The Finale of Day 3 in St. Maarteen

The finale of day 3 in Sint Maarten started like this, as we’re riding back to the Dutch side of town talking about random stuff, then fellas to said to me, “Hey kanz, let’s go to a house party tonight. I know someone whose throwing it and It’s still kinda early. I know that the women are going to be out there and be ready to get it popping so let’s go.” Yall, it’s like time had slowed down and everything around me had frozen. The little birds flying off in the distance immediately started to slow down to the point that I could hear the pitter patter of their little wings fluttering in the cyan colored sky. (Cyan means beautiful light blue in case you’re wondering). The leaves which laid beside the road were being gently carried away by the subtle winds created from the meekness of the seas, which caused them to start a dance that even the GODs of this world who be envious of. Time itself had seemingly stopped as my brain had begun to process what was just asked of me. Knowing that my feet were hurting like hell and I was tired (In my mind, I’m saying to myself. Dude have you lost your rabbit ass mind? I’m tired… (insert crying face), I want to go get in the bed… (Insert ugly crying face), why don’t you want to go get in your own bed? We are not 20 years old anymore. I needs me a nap right NEEOOWWWWW!) But I didn’t say what I was thinking. I acted as if I was super hyped about the party. I knew deep down within the very depths of my soul, I was not going.

So I said, “Hell YEAH my n*gga. (Lying like a mofo through my lips) I want to go to the party. These women’s need to see these magic hips in action on the dance floor. (Me knowing damn well that I couldn’t dance. The last time I called myself dancing, I heard a woman say in the distance, “Somebody get him, he’s having a seizure .” I was not having no damn seizure, I was doing the cabbage patch…) but anyhow, I said. Let me go change and one of y’all can shoot me the address and I will met y’all there!”

So I dropped them off at this little bar called nowheres place and went to change my clothes (or so they thought). This bar has an amazing vibe to it and is right before the bascule bridge (the common name for this is a lift bridge or draw bridge). If you haven’t been to this bar please, please go the vibe is contagious.

I on the other hand went to my room. I don’t know if you guys have seen the movie called, “Bruce Almighty.”? It had Jim Carry in it. There is a scene in the movie where he puts his hands together like he was praying, and then he throws his hands and arms straight back behind him and when he does that movement. All of his clothes ripped away from his body and all that he had on was his socks and draws. (Draws is southern slang for underware for those who didn’t know)

Well, that’s the the move that I pulled when I got back to my hotel room. I snatched my clothes off so dog gone fast, jumped my black behind in the shower. Washed my twig and berries. An yes I said twig and berries (thats what I call my privates)… I put my phone on the charger, laid down and watched me some Netflix. The fellas sent me the address for the party but I lied and told them that I had some company to come through that met on the beach. I was lying but they believed me and said, “that’s a bet, we can hook up tomorrow.”

Here are some pics and video from that day since some folks thought I was lying lol. (Just kidding yall didn’t think that. ) look at that mofo eyeballs, an I DARE you to tell me that ain’t he dreamy? Lol he has on the green shirt. *disclaimer I am not gay, so fellas it’s flattering but please stop inboxing me talking about I got some nice lips and a cute smile lol. I appreciate it but I’m not gay… now my cousin…, now he will take you down through there lol but that’s another story for another day.

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